[Hector screws his eyes shut and grasps at Alucard. The dhampir pressed against his chest keeps him from moving too much, but with Alucard taking care of him, he doesn't need to.
He bites his lip to keep from crying out when he reaches his peak. He shudders against Alucard and sags back against the couch, feeling completely weightless and blissfully empty.]
[Alucard's hand doesn't stop until he's sure that Hector is done. Sure, that means having a stickier than normal hand, but that's fine. Natural enough. When he does withdraw his hand, it just hangs off of Hector's side and dangles over the edge of the sofa.
He's not moving. He's going to just stay pressed against Hector for a little while, breathing in and out and drinking in the deeply satisfied silence.]
[Hector isn't moving, either, except for the rise and fall of his chest as his frantic heartbeat finally evens out. He may live on this couch now. Staying here, pressed tight against Alucard, is fine by him.
He thinks giddily, but is smart enough not to say, that the sound-proofing must have worked because Dracula hasn't burst into the room and killed him yet.
He nuzzles his cheek against Alucard's shoulder and sighs.]
Hmmm. Think there's enough room to get a bed in here?
I think that'd be a challenge. And make things obvious.
[Thinking ahead, doing more of this? Alucard isn't entirely sure it is a good idea. But shit. Hector underneath him like this, warm and flush and spent? That's a good argument to keep it going.
[There's a thoughtful rumble. Next time indeed, although Alucard knows that this sneaking around is far more dangerous with Dracula around. It isn't as if he'll be traveling soon.]
Yes, to slick.... Your paren-no, that is....you've read books about....
[Nope. Hector is bold, but he is floundering when it comes to asking Alucard what sex education he's had. Hector sags against the couch. He knows he's blushing now, and his only hope is that Alucard is too distracted to notice.]
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He bites his lip to keep from crying out when he reaches his peak. He shudders against Alucard and sags back against the couch, feeling completely weightless and blissfully empty.]
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He's not moving. He's going to just stay pressed against Hector for a little while, breathing in and out and drinking in the deeply satisfied silence.]
Hmmmm.
[It's more like a happy rumble from a wolf.]
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He thinks giddily, but is smart enough not to say, that the sound-proofing must have worked because Dracula hasn't burst into the room and killed him yet.
He nuzzles his cheek against Alucard's shoulder and sighs.]
Hmmm. Think there's enough room to get a bed in here?
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[Thinking ahead, doing more of this? Alucard isn't entirely sure it is a good idea. But shit. Hector underneath him like this, warm and flush and spent? That's a good argument to keep it going.
Just as the fact his father hasn't shown up.]
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[Hector sighs again.]
Yeah, I guess it would. But it would be nice to have more room next time.
[He's trying to test the waters, to see if Alucard anticipates a repeat performance.]
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Pillows everywhere, perhaps?
[That's pretty easy to manage.]
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Yes, I think we could sneak them in with your family none the wiser.
[He resumes his stroking of Alucard's back, a lazy, soothing motion as his body starts to regain its senses.]
I could bring some oils from the kitchen, too, if you think we might need it next time.
[He is aiming for a casual tone, but he is so anxious and his face is basically on fire.]
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[Hector, are you petting the dhampir or petting the wolf? Because either way, he's pretty much a pile of content jelly from all of this.]
--Oil?
{GUESS WHAT HECTOR.]
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[Nope. Hector is bold, but he is floundering when it comes to asking Alucard what sex education he's had. Hector sags against the couch. He knows he's blushing now, and his only hope is that Alucard is too distracted to notice.]
...never mind....
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Alucard's laugh is soft and pressed against Hector's skin. He isn't moving for the next half hour, he's decided.]
Perhaps we shouldn't be rushing in that direction just yet.
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But it takes two to tango, and Hector's not going to push if Alucard isn't inclined to that particular dance.]
Alright. I do want those pillows, though. Even if it's just for lounging. [
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That can be arranged.
[[I don't know if we want to call it here and take a short break before s3 drops?]]
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